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Blooming by morning
Closed by night
How can we live in such uncertainty?
Your heart thumps against mine
The beat steadies
and I hear it pound
but you're guarded
holding back,
precision used to taste like home.
We're not the same as we used to be
Even in your radiant presenc...

Blooming by morning
Closed by night
How can we live in such uncertainty?
Your heart thumps against mine
The beat steadies
and I hear it pound
but you're guarded,
holding back,
precision used to taste like home.
We're not the same as we used to be
Even in your radiant presence...

“Why don’t
you just kiss
her all ready?”
I jumped, blundering,
unaware that he
had noticed I was staring.
I’d been blatant—yes—but how
could I not?
Her face was so beautiful
so pure
with curvaceous eyelashes,
voluptuous lips
and waves like dappled sunshine
swept across her...

Their eyes crept from the darkness
Pupils penetrating
Under the sound light of a quiet moon
Cold as the day.
Then the rowing,
Noiseless rowing
The paddling of swift oars
through a luminescent bay.
They sulked through the night
hidden in pools of darkness
blending into the shadows
sta...

The path is light,
The road is clear.
Although the end is all but near
A golden hope is in the air,
and while we’re here
time falls slowly.
The path narrows,
The sun shines bright.
Can’t help but try with all my might
To chase my dreams and cling on tight
To the magnificent fate
be...

Spring nights you’d come through
My window, always open
Curtains seldom drawn
First time you snuck in
I was fearful, then flattered
And so it began
I’d watch for sunset
You’d gently knock, and we would
Sit, counting the stars
You stopped coming by
Paradise turned to nightmare...

They lead me into a large, white room, speckles of dust glimmering on the barren walls.
It’s a dark white, not the nice, snowy kind that I’ve grown to know and love. No, this is that vacant, ominous white, the color of a blank page and a lonely life to come, the kind they’d use to detain so...